AN: Thanks so much to Lilly and Sam for their support. They gave me the mental jumpstart to conquer my foe, the evil writer's block! Thank you oh-so-much. And I shall use Lilly's Horohoro idea, but with my own twist to it, so kudos to her for that. And maybe Marco's heart attack, in the next few chapters or so.
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Ren kicked his foot upward, and it made contact with the carboard box's lid. There was a loud ripping sound, and part of the lid gave way. Ren grinned in triumph and used his tongari to saw the rest of his way through.
He stuck his head out, like a cute little baby chick emerging from its egg. Though Ren was much scarier and less cuddly than a baby chick.
He crawled to the back hatch of the delivery truck, being careful not to lose his balance on the moving veichle. He tried to open the hatch, but it was locked. Oh, the wonders of the tongari. It makes a very good lockpick in times of need.
With a loud CLANG, the lock came free and Ren kicked the hatch open. The dense mailman did not notice as he leaped out, knocking some other boxes onto the street along with him. He skidded across the road, tumbling some distance and scraping his elbows (Poor thing...) before coming to a stop.
Before he could rise to his feet, he felt a searing light in his eyes. He looked up into the headlights of a small dingy car. But it was coming at him, fast, with the motor roaring. Ren screamed in terror, half-expecting to be squished flat.
Thankfully, the car screeched to a stop. Ren blinked, praised the lord, and scrambled to hsi feet.
He ran around the car to the driver's seat and looked in. "Can I have a ride?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure!" a voice chirped back. A horribly familiar voice.
The window rolled down, and Ren screamed even louder than when he had almost been run over. A blue-haired Ainu, Horohoro, screamed right back at him.
They screamed a really long, loud note in unison for about 2 minutes straight before they calmed down.
"Hello, Ren," Horohoro said in a nasty voice. "What are you doing here all on your lonesome? And why are you wearing those clothes?"
"I could ask you the same question," Ren shot back, as he realized his nice wig was gone. But screw that, he didn't need it right now.
"I'm not alone," Horohoro snapped. He patted a large urn next to him. "Pirika's with me. I took her to see the sights one last time..." A faraway look came into his eyes. Ren shuddered.
"Well...do you think you could give me a lift?"
"No."
Ren's eyes got all buggish. "WHY NOT!?"
"Because," Horohoro hissed. "You murdered my darling sister."
"I did not!" Ren protested. "It was the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers! I already told you!"
"Well, it's your fault anyways. You should have protected her."
"How is one guy supposed to fight a whole army of Mighty Morhping Power Rangers!? Now, can I please have a ride?"
"Nope."
Ren tried his last card. His eyes got all big and watery, as he clasped his hands together and pleaded in what he obviously thought was a very adorable and irresistable voice, "Puh-lease, Horo-sama?"
Horohoro gave in. "Fine, fine. Hop in."
"Yay!" Ren jumped into the car. "To London, please!"
"Who do you think I am, a taxi driver?"
"Uh...no...?"
"Good. Then shut up."
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AN: WAAAH! Horohoro's a mean and bossy son of a bisucit! Ah well. Maybe for once he should actually be taking responsibility and acting more like seme to his part, as it should be in a HoroxRen pairing. xD Though this fic isn't a pairings fic, but oh well. Practice for the future, right, Horohoro?
Horohoro: -twitch-
Anyways. If you like this fic so far, then maybe you want to check out my new drabbles series, Tales of a Tongari. I also published two one-shots, Panic Room and Blood, Boredom, and a Doll. Please read those and review! Thanks!
